Journey to the Land of the Rising Sun
Mulan/Sesshomaru
I don't own Mulan and Inuyasha characters or anything, they belong to their respective creators
Beginning where we left off with Mulan left on the mountain top, except with no apparent revival of the Huns. Being too shamed to even think about returning home, Mulan travels to a New land unlike her own with her former family guardian Mushu, Cri-kee and Faithful steed Khan to a land full of Spirits, Magic and irritable Dog Youkai.
Chapter 1 – Left For Dead
Death and Destruction littered the mountain top; Corpses face down both Soldier and Hun alike, most buried in deep snow, weapons from both sides strewn about as if they've been carelessly tossed to the wind and in the middle of it all was a wounded woman and her non-human companions.
A wounded and distraught young woman sat despondently in the snow, covered in nothing more than here clothes, bandages and a blanket, her armor to one side; A small fire stood before her courtesy of small red dragon by the name of Mushu, surrounded by her supposedly "lucky" cricket and her loyal Black and white steed Khan barring her from the elements as she rested.
"I am a true disgrace to my family…" thought the young woman whose name was Mulan. " I have failed the matchmaker's test making me unsuitable for any man's interest and I have dishonoured by my Father's name on the battlefield….. I am a failure." Mulan further hung her head and sighed, billowing a cloud of white from her lips.
She felt something cool touch her cheek and turned to look at the comforting gaze of her lucky cricket on her shoulder with one of its legs outstretched to her face. At this sight she let a small smile escape her lips.
"I'm fine, Lucky" spoke the disheartened woman softly in an attempt to ease the concerned cricket.
The odd group sat in sad silence other than the crackling fire and howling mountain winds for a few moments.
"So, what are we gonna do now?" the silence broken by the tiny, red dragon Mushu. The heads of all the creatures turned to the huddled woman, to whom the question was directed towards.
The young woman stayed silent clutching the blanket tightly with her head on her knees, feeling her concerned companions' gazes upon her. "I don' know" she finally answered, her companions still gazing at her expectantly "but I cannot return home" she finished. Upon those words her companions' eyes widened.
"Mulan! You can't just stay up here forever!" exclaimed Mushu, him being the only one to communicate through human speech, Khan neighed and nodded his head in agreement while Cri-kee squeaked in shock at her words.
"I have brought upon too much shame to my family already, I cannot bear to return to further shame them with this failure, that's why I can't go home" Mulan replied. "But Mulan-"the red dragon interjected, "I CAN'T GO BACK, I just can't" was the woman's explosive reply before it died down to a quiet whisper.
Her companions were shocked by her outburst but their expressions softened to that of a sad understanding of her predicament. The whole reason she ended up here on this desolate mountain was because she wanted to protect her aging father and bring him honour in his stead, however as things stood she only accomplished one of these goals. She had failed in gaining honour.
"You know, you don't have to go back" said the red dragon, placing his clawed hand on the woman's leg in an attempt to comfort her. "But you can't stay up here" the dragon continued. After yet another moment of silence, Mulan agreed; she got up removed the blanket from her shoulders replacing it on Khan's back and redressed into her war armour with sheathed family sword in hand.
Mulan gazed at her family sword, crafted with the finest details upon a golden hilt and lacquered black sheath, it was her only item of sentimental value to her, but she must return it to her father where it belongs.
She turned to Mushu, watching her expectantly as she packed for her journey off the mountain. "Mushu, please take this sword and go home, your guardianship is not needed anymore" she told the surprised, red dragon. "What?!" screamed the surprised Mushu "I'm not going back without you, Mulan! That ain't gonna happen, besides you need something to fight with" reasoned the dragon. For as far as the eye could see all other weapons strewn on the former battlefield were either broken beyond repair or were that of poor quality compared to sword which She held in her hand. "But my father…" Mulan interjected, "he would rather have you safe" replied the dragon. "Besides I'll always be your guardian, no matter what!"
Mulan looked upon her guardian and friend with a tearful smile, at that moment her faithful steed gave her a light nudge on her shoulder affirming its agreement that it too would never leave her side, at that same time her lucky cricket continually chirped, not wanting to be left out in the agreement.
With that the young warrior maiden smiled, one filled with joy and comfort than her previous smiles of sadness. "Thank you, all of you" she said as hugged all her animal companions. " Now, lets get off this mountain, my tail is freezin'!" Mushu comment, earning a stern glare from the horse and the cricket for ruining the touching moment. "Alright, Mushu" Mulan said endearingly as she continued to pack with a renewed vigour as she too was freezing, packing her remaining weapons and possessions in Khan's saddlebags, family sword strapped to her side and her guardian and lucky charm on Khan's rear, She hopped onto her steed and rode off the mountain.
As Mulan rode off far in the distance, A falcon's screech could be heard on the mountaintop.
A large Saker Falcon circled over a particularly large patch of snow with a gloved appendage sticking from it, unmoving. That is until it stirred.
The Large snow pile convulsed and shuddered, a Large, terrifying beast of a man bursting forth in a flurry of snow that once was his prison, producing a bonechilling war cry.
This terrifying beast in human form was a tall, imposingly muscular man adorned in fur and cloth armor, leather gloves and boots adorning his feet. His face, one could mistake for that of a demons was rugged with wear, and a short beard adorning his chin and a long, messy mane adorning his head. The beasts most terrifying feature were its eyes; golden eyes surrounded by an aura of black, as black as his soul.
The leader of the Huns, Shan Yu.
He stared upon the desolate mountaintop, all his men, comrades lay dead and unmoving. He was the last Hun alive.
Shan Yu growled in rage, his entire force and goal to conquer China demolished by one, lone soldier.
"I will not allow this to stand! I may not conquer China as planned but I will not die nor rest til' I have the head of Ping Fa!" thought the Monster of the Mongols rose with Falcon perched on his shoulder, following the scent of the soldier Ping Fa.